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Courtier knew her old Miltoun went there sometimes rather late the other evening these devils were making the most of it suggesting lose him the election, if they didn't look out. Perfect rot, of course! In his opinion, old Miltoun, though as steady as Time, had been a flat to let the woman come out with him on to the Green, showing clearly where he had been, when he ran to Courtier's rescue.
She beheld life and Lycidas on the one hand; on the other the cold steel and the glowing flame, and those black fearful ministers of death, the remembrance of whom made her shudder. Pollux, skilful in the courtier's art of reading the thoughts of men, saw symptoms of yielding in the face of his prisoner, and pushed his advantage.
Pitt was called upon and refused to consent to a Parliamentary appeal to the King for the payment of the Prince's debts. Pitt could feel no courtier's sympathy for the unnatural son, for the faithless Florizel of foolish Perdita Robinson, for the perjured husband of Mrs. Fitzherbert.
"Dost thou know him?" Hotep queried. "Right well from afar and by hearsay." "Do thou express thyself first concerning him, and I shall treat thee to the courtier's diplomacy if I agree not." "I like him not," Kenkenes responded bluntly. Hotep leaned toward him, with the smile gone from his face, the jest from his manner, and laid his hand on the sculptor's.
The victor of Hohenlinden lived in sullen privacy near to Paris, refusing to present himself at the Consular Court, and showing his contempt for those who donned a courtier's uniform. He openly mocked at the Concordat; and when the Legion of Honour was instituted, he bestowed a collar of honour upon his dog.
"Do you like the woods, dear?" he said. "Don't you see?" He said nothing, but led her majesty to a seat for a time, while he got ready for the evening meal of food from the town for this first time and then, in a courtier's way, of course, suggested, that she aid him.
"I dare not dance a pavane," she said, "with a real peacock." "Surely," said Mr. James, with a courtier's air, "you are too pitiful for him, and too pitiless for us." "I dare not," she said again, "for he never ceases to practise." "In hopes," said Mr. James, "that one day you will dance it with him."
And, as often happens where the interests of a hierarchy are identified with the interests of a ruling class, religion was become a fashion, as graceful and as comforting as the courtier's embroidered mantle or the court lady's robe of fur. Such, we may well believe, was the complexion of the enthusiasm which animated some of Le Jeune's noble and princely correspondents.
"His grace's command." And too noble for the pleasure of exciting the distrust that delights frivolous minds as the proof of power, Sibyll added, "The king has been kindly speaking to me of my father's health." The courtier's brow cleared; he mused a moment, and said, in a whisper, "I beseech thee to meet me an hour hence at the eastern rampart."
He was at cards in his cabinet with Bassompierre and others when d'Elbene entered and made a private communication to him. "Bassompierre, my friend," whispered the King immediately in that courtier's ear, "I am lost. This man has carried his wife off into a wood. I don't know if it is to kill her or to take her out of France. Take care of my money and keep up the game."
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